Yo, it's another time around for me an' this nigga, let's light it up... Uh Huh!

Yo, if it's E vs. Blunt, then there’s gonna be a bitch hurt tonight//
'Cause I got an illness that's lethal, and I can only spit verses tight//
Flame this cat, leave 'em marred and cooked, left with scars and shook//
'Cause like a drunken pro fisherman, i’m the best at bars and hooks//
This cat claim he's ill, but he’s nowhere close to sick//
You like a mild case of the flu, I get rid of you with pedialyte doses kid//
So watch how I rip this cyph, with a spit so nice//
It don't matter if you Superman or a Blood, cause I’m Kryp-to-nite (Crip tonight)//
Let me put that in La’menz-terms, I blaze cats//
You can call me venereal disease, cause when i spit, m.c.'s stay-getting-burned//
Nigga don’t get this backwards, you gonna get ya ass kicked// But the fact is, i’ve put more vets to rest than a Sealy Mattress//
I'm not scared of you, 'cause more or less you basically a bitch// And the only time you gonna Roc-A-Fella is when you riding that nigga's dick//
Stop hiding behind your false persona, you not gangsta and you not a ryder//
Watching Lifetime probably the only time you ever saw real drama//
I'm killing Blunt and any other punk that fuckin' want it, E got this locked, cause only time RB feeling ill is when they have upset stomachs//